C8

The two walked out of the village on a small path, one in front and one behind. Neither of them spoke first, the night wind gently lifted their hair. Yan Wenqing raised his head and looked at the vast night sky, saying, "Tonight's night is so beautiful!" Xiaolan also echoed from behind. "That's right, the night is so beautiful."

A bright moon hung high up in the night sky, contrasting the tranquil night with an unusually magnificent one. Bright stars covered the entire vast night sky like pawns. The surroundings were completely silent, with the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

"You can go back. Just send him here." A big boy like me wouldn't be afraid. I'll send you back later. " Yan Wenqing stopped in front of the crowd and said in a low voice as he tried to break the silence. He could only vaguely see the outline of Xiao Lan under the moonlight.

Xiao Lan stood there unwillingly, mumbling, "Okay, okay." When the nimble Yan Wenqing saw this, he hurriedly reached out to support Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan's entire body fell into Yan Wenqing's embrace, and he did not manage to clearly see what happened at that time. Everything happened so quickly.

Xiao Lan quickly explained, "I accidentally stepped on a rock." His voice trembled uncontrollably.

Yan Wenqing's rapid breath of air brushed by Little Orchid's face. The two of them could feel each other's heartbeats. The breath that was so close to their breathing rubbed together, and the moonlight gently fell on their bodies. Yan Wenqing said, "Small. "Be careful." His words were incoherent and his palms were covered in sweat. He had never been this nervous before. Gently lifting Xiao Lan in his arms, Xiao Lan nervously kneading her clothes in all directions.

"Then I'll be going back. You have to go back quickly as well. Grandma will be worried." Xiao Lan turned around and prepared to go back, but Yan Wenqing immediately grabbed her hand, "Xiao Lan, can you talk to me?"

"Right." The two of them sat down on a grassy slope, one in front of the other. The moonlight was so bright that it was possible to see each other's blurry faces, and Yan Wenqing's eyes were tightly locked as she stared at the night sky filled with stars. The moon was slowly moving along with the stars, and Xiao Lan was holding a tree in her hand.

"Xiaolan, I'm really sorry for getting angry at you today." Yan Wenqing raised his head and slowly said as he continued to look at the night sky. His voice was filled with sorrow, it was an uncontrollable wound. In the heart of an eighteen year old child, there was a faint pain, there was sadness that no one could understand, and there was also no one who could help him share such pain and worry. Just a single person was able to find a quiet place to loudly vent to the empty sky, and this was what he had endured for more than ten years.

"Let bygones be bygones." Xiao Lan found it hard to understand the person in front of her, but she was willing to imitate and dig out her thoughts to read him.

"Xiao Lan, thank you. And thank you for taking care of me and Grandma for so long." Yan Wenqing slightly turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, who was fiddling on the grass.

"Do you know why I don't allow people to enter my room?" He turned around and looked up at the sky again.

"Grandma said you weren't allowed to let anyone in, but she didn't tell me why. I know something must have happened." Xiao Lan did not ask the reason. She was afraid that Yan Wenqing would feel hurt again. When he felt sad, her heart also ached unconsciously.

"I have a sister who is as old as you, and when I was five years old and the drought left us without a grain to harvest, the authorities said they were going to fill up the treasury and plunder the poor common people like us, who died in the drought against the parents of the soldiers and the soldiers, and whose family was torn apart by the heavens and the cruel officials, leaving only me, my sister, and my grandmother in the family, who were doomed to die that year when we ran into a strong rainstorm on the way out of the wasteland, and when we were so small in front of the rainstorm that the rain was taking my sister away from me, and she was only three years old. I've been looking for her all these years, and I'm sure she's still alive. Every time I feel her at my side, pouting for my good brother to take me to play with, she's always calling out to me. I promised my mother that I would take good care of my sister, but I treated my poor sister … "

Tears rolled down Yan Wenqing's cheeks, wetting his clothes and the grass, "I must find my sister. She's the person closest to me, I can't lose her. She must be living a good life now, waiting for her brother to bring her home one day." With that, Yan Wenqing buried his head between his knees, tears unrestrainedly streaming down his face.

Xiao Lan slowly approached him, slowly patting his back with her hand, comforting him, "I didn't expect you to hide so much sadness in your heart." That's right, he was already acquainted with him. Having interacted so much with him, it was really hard to see a smile on his face. He was silently bearing so much pain by himself, not allowing anyone to share it with him. It was hard to imagine him spending his days like this.

Yan Wenqing slowly raised his head. In the hazy night, his face could not be seen clearly, it was only the outline of a clearly defined face. He turned his head slightly towards Xiaolan and said, "I won't let anyone into my room because I prepared this room for my sister. I drew the butterfly silk inside one by one, and I believe that she will see and like my sister, because this room is the only place I can place my trust in my sister. I want to stay with her and not let her be alone."

"She will definitely see this. She will know that her brother is looking at her and thinking about her." Xiao Lan slowly approached Yan Wenqing and sat beside him. The two's shoulders were very close. In the dark night, her black hair stuck to his back. A gentle breeze blew, and he could smell the fragrance of her body. Look at that star. It's brighter than any other star, and maybe that's your sister. She's watching you from a distance. She's with you. " Xiao Lan raised her finger and pointed to the brightest star in the chessboard shape of the night sky as she spoke to Yan Wenqing. Yan Wenqing looked towards the direction that she was pointing at. The bright stars shined in the sky, it seemed especially bright at night. Lifting his head to look at the stars, Yan Wenqing's eyes were already filled with tears. He wished so much that his sister could see him from afar and accompany him, but this seemed to be an unattainable dream. My sister, my poor sister, come back. I have let you down and did not take care of you. As long as you return, I am willing to spend all my time to redeem my sins, to compensate you, to love you.

"Xiao Ying, where are you?" Yan Wenqing suddenly stood up and shouted loudly. His voice was empty and desolate, and it lingered in the night sky for a long time. Yan Wenqing's voice was filled with endless grief and longing, blaming himself for being too unfair to him. He should not have borne all of this burden. Tears rolled down his somewhat thin face and dripped onto the leaves, soundless and soundless. The three foot man did not know how many tears he had shed just for the sake of his guilt towards his sister. Thirteen years, thirteen years, what could he wash away? What was supposed to be past had already passed, but what was supposed to be past was deeply engraved in his memory.

Seeing all of this, Xiao Lan was helpless. Looking at the man in front of her crying, she felt incredibly sad, but she couldn't do anything about it. She could only silently look at the man who made her heart ache, watching the entanglement floating behind his head, randomly fluttering in the hazy sky. She leaned on him even tighter. She could feel the warmth in Yan Wenqing's heart and his heartache. He was such a heartbreaking person, yet his face always had so much worry on it.